November Evening

Today was busy.  Today was internally busy, today was externally busy.
I took time out to spend with my husband.
Funny how a boy from Chicago can grab my soul with his love of my heritage in the country.  We walked through the thick mud of a freshly turned field.  In the twilight, he carried Cocopugs and I carried little Belle. CB lost her shoes. (pink ballet flats belong in a muddy field)  We walked one behind the other, searching and scanning in precious daylight.  Once on the other side, the girls and I headed down to the river while he continued to look.  He is so aware of what he does in the woods and fields, so aware of the animal that he lost.  His obligation is to finish what he started, respect the process.  This man that I love yelled across the grasses to the river for me.  I grabbed small bodies, cool hands and followed his voice to find him pulling a beautiful large deer from the brush.
Yesterday morning he came home from his hunt with tales of six bucks pursuing one doe.  He observed quietly from a not perfect angle, and as he was pulling his first shot, another deer entered the area and the instant was lost.  He wasn't able to see clearly the deer he was after, but quickly pulled another shot and nicked the animal.  He searched for his arrows to account for what happened and could only find one barely bloody arrow.  He watched the buck lick its neck and then bound away into the brush.  He thought he'd missed and the arrow had gone into the river behind.
Today, his good buddy was hunting the same area and came across a 9 point buck with a clean arrow wound to his neck, and a nick on the thigh.  Pat asked us to come with him to find it, and so our adventure went.  He thanked his daughters and wife for caring enough to tromp through the field and search with him.
All a part of the treasure and journey with him.
I hope I feed his soul as clearly as he feeds mine.